A/N: First, let me thank the reviewers!
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Night fell upon San Francisco. Mist from the Bay Area floated in and surrounded the houses, blanketing the city. The sky was inky black and dark clouds hid the moon and stars. Very little light was left to light up the dark streets. The city, normally buzzing with activity, was pretty quiet. As the night went on, heavy rain lashed down upon San Francisco, heavy rain that seemed to be falling in bucket loads and could have filled over twenty dozen pools across the whole world.
Patience had been home alone all day. Presley had been held up at the club and Paisley, after school, had a job she had to attend to.
This was perfectly fine with Patience. She really didn't want to deal with her cousins and she wanted to attend the 'family meeting' even less. She had nothing to say to them.
The rain pouring down upon the manor was soon accompanied by thunder and lightning that lit up the dark sky; it was dreadful out.
In her bed, Patience lay reading some old childhood books of hers that she faintly remembered loving as a little girl. She had finally begun to gain back her memories after about two months. She remembered getting along really well with Paisley and remembered how thrilled she and Paisley had been when Presley had come home. But, unfortunately, she knew that they'd never be that close again. It was impossible. They fought too much and hated each other too much. Maybe deep down they loved each other, but none would admit it.
From downstairs, a very loud, sharp BANG! Made Patience jump and gasp. A loud clap of thunder that shook the house and a bright burst of lightening followed the bang.
Slowly, Patience slipped out of bed and walked to her door. The floor creaked beneath her as she opened the door, squeaking on its hinges. She looked both ways down the hallway, then tiptoed downstairs. She searched all the rooms until she found the source of the bang.
Relief flooded through her when she realized that the bang had been caused by a bunch of books and things being knocked off a shelf in the living room – how it had happened, she didn't know, but at least no one had broken into the house. She went to pick them up and found something else among the pile: a very old, very dusty spirit board. She ran her hands along it and felt something beneath it. She flipped it over and read the message, assuming it belonged to her grandmother's by what it said, although the message confused her.
She placed it down and tried it out.
"Will Presley, Paisley, and I ever get along?" She asked, her fingers on the edge of the pointer. The pointed was yanked away from her by – by thin air! It stopped on the letter A. Patience gasped, watching in horror as it spelt something out: A-T-T-I-C.
"Attic?" Patience wondered. She was trying to figure this out when another loud bang made her scream, stand, and spin around.
"Patience?" Presley called, shaking off and closing the front door. "It's just me. What are you doing?"
"I-I heard a noise and came to see. These things fell off the book shelf and I found this spirit board and I asked it something and-and it spelt out attic!"
Presley managed a smile. "Sweetie, you probably moved the pointer by yourself. I'm sure it's nothing. Besides, we could never get that stupid attic door open. It's impossible."
"But I swear it spelt out attic!" Patience argued.
Presley was about to answer when the door banged open and closed and, drenched, Paisley came in.
"It's brutal out!" She shivered, then took in the spirit board and Patience, who was looking terrified and confused. "What's going on?"
Presley filled her in. When she had finished, Paisley laughed.
"She's so gullible!" Paisley said, still laughing.
"I am not!" Patience snapped. "I didn't make that up! The pointer moved! I swear it moved!"
Paisley was about to retort when they were bathed in darkness; the storm had cut the power.
The girls screamed in surprise. The boomed.
Presley sighed. "I'll go check the-" a loud bang from upstairs made her pause. "What the hell was that?"
"Let's go see," Paisley replied nervously, grabbing her hand.
Patience blindly made her way to them. She was surprised when Paisley held her free hand out to her, but took it.
Together, they trudged up to the second floor. Another bang sounded, startling them.
"It sounds like it's coming from the attic," Paisley said, her voice quivering.
"But that door is locked!" Presley cried, exasperated.
"Let's go see anyway," Patience argued.
Together, they walked cautiously to the attic.
They paused at the bottom of the steps, staring up at the closed door.
"I don't know what we're going to find," Presley replied, "But any sign of weirdness and we're calling the police."
Paisley and Patience nodded in agreement.
Slowly, the three cousins walked up the steps, one step at a time. At the top, they paused, listening for anything odd but heard nothing.
"Okay, ready? On the count of three," Presley said. "One – two – three!"
The attic door swung open on it's own.
The sister's gasped, staring at each other in complete terror and surprise.
"Well," Paisley remarked, "I guess there's only one thing left to do now."
Nodding in agreement, they entered the attic.